thirteen
After another shower to wash away the grime of a sodden Saturday morning, Rose and Shelly made their way to the in-house hairdresser’s. The salon was busy, full of women reading celebrity magazines while sitting underneath heat lamps, attended to by young weekend trainee staff who rushed around sweeping cut hair from the floor and making copious mugs of strong tea. Frederick, the head stylist, exclaimed his delight at seeing Shelly. It appeared they knew each other from their travels, Frederick had spent a summer stint on Majorca’s neighbouring island, Ibiza. They had met on a boat party. Frederick and his partner, Stephan, had been enchanted by Shelly’s fun-loving personality and her penchant for cocktails. They had bonded over Margaritas and gossip and had been firm frien
